Now this obviously isn't a bad thing. Exercise is undoubtedly part of how I'm going to lose weight. But I find it quite boring and, as I've mentioned before, I have to watch a bit of Doctor Who to stop myself dying of boredom. I realise that, just possibly, this technique might not work for everybody.
'Run now! Because just a few paces behind you is a maniac with an axe! Run now! Run for your life!'
Bear in mind that when I was a teenager I did a paper round for 4 years. Every day on this paper round I had to walk up an alleyway that led up a hill away from a graveyard. I don't think there was a single day that I managed to walk up that alleyway without glancing nervously over my shoulder to check that DRACUL himself hadn't risen from the grave! What he would have been doing in the Forton United Reform Church graveyard, I have no idea. The best days were when I glanced over my shoulder and, as I turned to face forward again, got a faceful of cobwebs. Cripes, I was a nervous idiot!
Anyway, with my new commitment to weight loss, I decided to resurrect the couch to 5k thing and started gently last week. But for some reason when I went to the gym yesterday morning I decided that the 45 minutes I did on the cross trainer last week were adequate proof that I could probably manage 5km on the running machine. Maybe not at a running pace, maybe a fast jog. Or even a moderately slow jog.
And I only did it! I only bloody did it!
So I now inaugurate the '5k in 55 minutes to 5k in 35 minutes' programme. It'll be a doddle, so long as the gym zombies don't get me.